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Jun 2018
There sits the hungry homeless man.
When he reaches inside his pocket he found little.
The man would certainly need more to be bountiful.

On the other side of the street sits the noble wealthy man,
That man hasn’t ever had a single care.
In fact, he surpasses being a millionaire.

Suddenly the poor man faints due to starvation.
The noble man looks away.
That poor man is gross, and bares a horrible disarray.

The public walks past him, and does nothing in his aid.
That homeless man is dying.
And of course the public is denying.

Hours later, another homeless woman runs towards him.
Her tears will soon be shed,
For that man is already dead.
I don't know about this one, but it's worth a shot eh?
Gray
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